“Have you come to your senses yet?” he asked, his voice cold, slicing through the air.
Jessica glared at him, refusing to look away. “You think locking me up is going to change anything?” Her voice was low, laced with bitterness. “You think this will make me love you, respect you?”
Armando’s lips curled into a smirk, his gaze darkening. “I don’t need your love, Jessica. I need your loyalty. And I need you to understand that there’s no running from this. From me.” He took a slow, deliberate step forward. “I don’t know what foolish ideas your mother filled your head with, but this fantasy of leaving, of taking Alvaro away? It’s over.”
Jessica swallowed, her body rigid with defiance. “I’m not a prisoner, Armando. I’m his mother. And I have every right to decide what’s best for him.”
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